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euovennia · 1 year

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oh oh - and if it’s not too much trouble to ask, an addition to mom/dad friend simon, maybe another hc where reader takes a bullet for him and he’s like "why would you do that" and she’s all like "because your my friend" and he’s like "🥹" rubbing my hands together deviously

so for anyone new, this post is a continuation of this request, but it can be read as a stand alone if you so choose! i will say simon may be a bit ooc but you've already been besties forever so it's fine. thank you to the anon who requested this, i hope i did it justice. now please, enjoy <3

so by this point it's become well established that you and simon are pretty much a package deal

one can never be seen without the other trailing too far behind

unless of course one of you (usually simon) is actually trying to do their job

but even then you both have a tendency to hover

well

the hovering is usually done by simon who will take it upon himself to sit somewhere in the same room as you while you work

but you're more direct in your approach

which basically means you have no hesitation in pulling up a chair and talking his ear off

depending on his mood/what he's working on he'll either slide something your way in hopes of distracting you into silence or he'll take part in your mindless chatter

it's usually the latter much to the annoyance of price whose come to notice that simon tends to submit his mission reports just a tad later than normal when you're around

but he doesn't dare say anything because he's just happy simon finally has someone to keep him company

even if it does mean him missing a deadline here and there

now with the amount of time you two spend around one another, there was the small concern that you two may become a bit more reckless on missions together

but honestly?

that couldn't have been farther from the truth

as much as you like messing around with simon, you're very aware that your line of work requires your full attention

so, despite how hard it can be at times, you limit your jokes and general shenanigans to the bare minimum so you can get the job done

and obviously it goes without saying that he does the same by shedding the name simon riley and becoming the infamous ghost

it was a bit startling for the team to witness this change at first

they honestly thought you two were mad at each other

but after the mission was said and done, you and simon started hanging out again and it just kinda clicked

simon probably uses you as an example to soap to be honest

anyway, point is

you both know how to keep your friendship out of the way in the field, you've practically mastered the art of it

but the moment you see him get into a knife fight with an enemy soldier on a mission, you can't help but worry

and you can't help the way your worry morphs into panic as you see a tiny red dot plant itself on his body as he finally drives his knife into the neck of the rival soldier

and you certainly can't help the way your feet seemingly begin to move on their own as you sprint toward ghost and practically ram him into the ground

and you most definitely can't help the yelp of pain that drops from your lips as you feel a searing hot pain rip through your lower abdomen

so much for those bullet proof vests

simon looks up from his position on the ground, knife in hand and ready to stab it into the poor soul dumb enough to tackle him like this

but then he sees you

he sees your face, eyes wide with shock and mouth agape

his eyes trail down your body and he swears his world nearly crashes as he stares at the dark red spot currently staining your shirt

he can only fear the faint sound of yet another gun going off before you're tumbling onto the ground

he snaps out of his daze to catch you and he can't help but feel horrified upon seeing another bullet wound lodged into your thigh

he can hold in his cry of agony and heartbreak as your breathing soon becomes labored and your eyes fill with tears

he gives your struggling form a once over before sucking in a sharp breath and dragging you to a nearby hill that was littered with enough rocks and boulders to offer shelter from the incoming storm of bullets

he settles your head onto his lap as he harshly barks out words you can't even begin to understand through the comms

you can barely register the way his hand gives your face a small smack

your eyes connect as he pulls a roll of gauze from his tactical backpack, "come on, kid. don't do this to me. just a bit longer."

even with the searing hot pain that was overruling all your other senses, you can't help but smile

you grab onto his inked forearm and he stops as he looks back at you, eyes wild and frantic

"hey simon?"

"what?"

"thanks for putting up with me."

your eyes begin to flutter open, a small hiss of discomfort escaping your mouth as you cringe at the bright overhead lights

you make a move to bring a hand up in front of your eyes to shield yourself form the harsh fluorescents, but stop your movements when the lights suddenly begin to dim

confused, you begin to look around the room only to see simon standing by a wooden door with his hand on what you assumed to be a light dimmer

he stares at you through the eye holes of his balaclava, "better?"

you offer him a nod paired with a small smile and open your mouth to offer your thanks but stop when he puts the lights back up to their full brightness causing you to let out a groan

you open your mouth once more to vocalize your complaints and throw a half-hearted insult his way, but stop when you hear the heavy footfall of simon's boots making their way over to your hospital bed

he comes to a stop by your bedside as he glares down at you, a swirl of emotions darkening his already hardened gaze

after giving your eyes a few moments to adjust he speaks, "you're the stupidest person i've ever fuckin' met."

your eyes widen as your jaw goes slack, "excuse me?"

he leans down and stops just a few inches short of your face, "i said you're stupid and i'd yank you off the field myself if i could."

you can feel your heart drop at his harsh tone but decide to soldier on, "you're in a good mood today, aren't ya?"

his eyes narrow and a growl of anger and frustration escape the lips hidden by his mask, "don't give me any of that shit, you know what you did."

you sigh, "i'm in a hospital bed, simon. i don't think i could've done any–"

you don't even get to finish your sentence before he's interrupting you, "why'd you do it?"

you stare up at him, confusion and annoyance evident on your face

"simon, what are y–"

he scoffs, "the fucking bullet! you took the fucking bullet! why'd you do that? what made you think that was a bloody good idea? do you have any fucking clue what you put this team – what you put me through?"

right

your expression melts into one of sheepishness as you attempt to get in a word, but stop when simon decides to continue

"i had the situation handled, i could've taken care of myself! i'm smart, i'm capable, and i have years more experience than you do so tell me, i can handle myself! i don't need you steppin' in and throwin' yourself in front of bullets! you coulda fuckin' died!"

"simon–"

he points a finger in your face as he continues on with his rant, "no, you don't get to call me that, not anymore. from here on out, you either address me as ghost or lieutenant, nothing else until you can learn how to handle yourself on the field. we need soldiers, not daredevils. do you understand?"

you exhale, "no."

before he can continue with his angry tangent you sit up with a painful grimace and grab the pillow the pillow your head once rested upon and fling it at him

he narrowly dodges it and stares at you with a mix of rage and pure disbelief with a glare that practically screamed, "what the fuck."

hit block limit again. i'm afraid this may become a habit. anyway.

taking his silence as your cue to speak, you do just that, "okay fine, you're right. i probably shouldn't have tackled you down like that and taken a bullet for you, i probably should've remembered that you're a fully capable man with more experience than me, and i probably should've remembered that the field is no place to be playing favorites. you're right, i should've kept that all in mind but–"

you let out a small sigh as you avert your eyes to the think blanket draped over your body, "when i saw that gun pointed right at you i...i couldn't bring myself to care about any of that. at that moment, all i saw was you in danger and i couldn't have that so i did what i did. you can reprimand and punish me all you want for doing it, but i don't care. i stand by my actions."

simon eyes you for a few moments longer before grabbing onto a chair nearby and settling it beside your bed

you watch as he sits down with a small sigh, his eyes never leaving yours

"why?"

your brows knit together in confusion

"why what?"

"why'd you take a bullet–no, why'd you take two bullets for me? you and everyone else on this team know i could've handled it, so why?"

you frown, "because you're my friend, simon. why else?"

once those words leave your mouth, you're greeted with his blank ghost stare

again, he's just 👁️👁️

and you feel a small wave of concern wash over you

this is the same man who was torturing you with the bright fluorescent lights and lecturing you to hell just a few minutes ago and now he's just staring at you

still and silent as ever

you almost ask if he's okay, but stop yourself when he brings his large hand up to the edge of your hospital bed and begins inching it closer to yours before eventually resting it over yours

it's quiet for a few moments longer before he speaks in one of the quietest voices you've ever heard from him, "you took that bullet cause i'm your friend?"

you can't help but soften your own voice as you respond, "my best friend."

upon hearing you say that, simon can just feel the small well of tears that begin building up in his eyes

and as much as he wants to fight them off, he just can't

you, already being able to sense the internal war he's got going on inside his head, simply turn your hand so you can grip onto his and give it a firm squeeze

and by god he hates you for that

because now he can't help but disconnect your hands in favor of surging forward and wrapping his arms around you

you swear you can feel the small rumble of his shoulders as he tries and fails to conceal his quiet sniffles but you decide to overlook it because oh my god simon 'ghost' riley is crying in your arms and it's all your fault

so you decide it's best to just hold onto him as tight as you possibly can

he notices this and he just melts

what did he do to deserve you?

what overpowering force of life felt that he was good enough for the sunshine that is you?

who gave him the honor of being blessed with you?

he's not sure but quite frankly, he doesn't really care

not when you're holding onto him like your life depends on it

not when you pull back from the hug, look into his eyes, and offer him the brightest smile he's ever seen

and certainly not when you grab onto his hands and speak in that sweet honey voice of yours, "i'll always take a bullet for you. i can't lose you, simon."

jesus christ you're going to make his heart burst

he sucks in a small breath and squeezes onto your hands, "i can't lose you either, kid."

you only smile, "you won't, i'm always gonna be here with you."

words that once would've annoyed him to no end now set his cold heart alight

"you fuckin' better."

your smile widens and you lean forward to capture him in yet another hug

with his arms wrapped tightly around your body and you pressed up against him, he can't help but smile

it's definitely nice to have a friend

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cambion-companion · 1 year

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With a Dagger to My Throat

Inspired by the post "we've heard about missionary position what about mercenary position."

word count: 2500

Yes, the last few lines are from the Labyrinth :3

Aemond x fem!reader | 18+| Against the wall smut| Enemies to...enemies with benefits ig

You knew that look.

It was the glint of a hungry predator eyeing its next meal.

The keen gaze of the raptor before it swoops upon the mouse.

You didn't like seeing it in Aemond's lilac gaze. Or perhaps you did. Your traitorous heart stuttered within your ribcage, your throat suddenly dry as the Targaryen prince took a singular slow step towards you.

"Say that again." His voice was soft velvet, belying the anger in his rigid stance.

Never one to back down from a fight, you raised your chin in defiance. "You go too far, prince Aemond." He took another step in your direction. You did not waver. "Taking the Riverlands in so forceful a manner is beneath your dignity."

"And what," Aemond was drawing very close now, you could see the moonlight glinting off his eyelashes, "would you know of dignity."

The black stone hall was empty save for the two of you, fiery sconces adorned the walls casting deep shadows to the many corners of the room. You tilted your head up as Aemond halted his steps right in front of you, his hands clasped behind his back as he looked down into your face awaiting your reply.

You licked your dry lips, his eye followed the movement. "A great deal more than you, kinslayer."

With a hiss Aemond snatched your chin roughly with a movement to quick for you to parry. Your eyes widened momentarily as he brought his face down, you though for a wild moment he would kiss you. "You know nothing of what you speak. Drinking readily from the poisonous words dripping through the halls of Dragonstone." His eye was alight with a wildness you'd not seen before in your many encounters with the prince, however fraught with tension they'd been. "Tell me, little sparrow, what will you tell your traitorous masters of what you learned of my movements this time? How I succeeded in bending the Baratheons and the lands extending beyond the Reach to my family's rightful claim to the Iron Throne?"

"I will tell them you are a liar and a coward!" You knocked his hand aside, stepping back into a defensive stance as you withdrew your blade at your hip. "Nothing surprising in that." You sneered as Aemond's hand went to grip the pommel of his own weapon. "Raining fire from above while innocents perish below."

Aemond's silver blade reflected the moonlight as he slowly withdrew it and held the tip almost touching yours. "Such is the nature of war. You should ask those you serve what innocence they themselves have snuffed out needlessly."

You pushed aside the doubt his words sowed, letting forth a snarl from your mouth as you lunged for him.

Aemond easily parried your blow, stepping to the side as you overbalanced, barely managing to right yourself before falling. The sound of metal on metal rang through the bleak hall as you and Aemond exchanged strikes and blocks, each almost managing to land a hit.

"You started this unending nightmare!" You shouted at him, fury flushing your face as he blocked yet another swinging attack from your blade. "The events of Storm's End will haunt the world for centuries to come!"

You could see Aemond's cool facade slipping, that predatory gaze intensifying as his lips thinned into a hard line.

Not the gaze of a woodland predator stalking its prey or that of an eagle eyeing a rabbit from above, no. It was the way a dragon looked upon the world far below just before it opened its maw to engulf it in flame.

You were too slow, and too weak to resist what was to come.

Aemond rushed you suddenly, his black coat billowing behind him. The breath left your lungs as he locked his blade against yours, pushing you until your back hit the smooth wall with a crack. Your head hit as well, stunning you momentarily. In that moment he could have finished you, slit your throat, and you expected him to. Thus, it was with surprise you looked into his pale face now inches from your own.

Your noses brushed.

His breath tickled your parted lips.

"I am not the monster everyone believes me to be." Aemond's voice was a tense whisper, he held your arms still as you struggled to break away.

"You are." Your wrists were pressed against your heaving chest, the metal of your sword-hilt cutting into your skin. "You murdered your nephew. Brought his eye back on a platter of seaweed as a trophy."

Aemond's own eye closed momentarily, his nostrils flaring as his lips turned downward. When he opened his eye again it was filled with an emotion you'd not expected.

Anguish.

"I did not." He seemed to fight with himself a long while, so long your hands had began to numb when he spoke again. "I lost control."

Genuinely confused you almost forgot he was an enemy you were trying to kill. "You...what do you mean?"

"I lost control of my dragon." Aemond peered into your eyes before shaking his head, frustration written on his angular face. "Why am I telling you this? I should kill you now and be done with it. Live up to the lies they spread about me."

"Aemond-"

"No." Aemond cut you off, pressing his sword closer to your face.

A new emotion mixed with the hatred searing your chest as you tried to push back, his sword now far too close to your face for your liking. You felt doubt and perhaps a measure of pity. He had no reason to lie to you, and the emotions you'd seen play on his features seemed genuine.

With a last great effort you twisted your locked blades suddenly to the side, breaking free of his grip and swinging your elbow against the pressure point in his arm. His sword clattered to the ground and before Aemond could react you kicked it aside, sending it skittering along the uneven stone ground out of reach.

You almost had him, but before you could place the point of your blade to his throat Aemond ducked, grabbing your wrist and bending it painfully. Your own sword hit the ground and you were once again pinned against the wall, Aemond's weight bearing down upon your wriggling form.

"I am almost impressed." Aemond's hair was mussed, silver strands tickled your cheek as he leaned closer. "Who taught you to move like that?"

You didn't answer.

He chuckled. "What a shame it has to end like this." Aemond withdrew a dagger from his belt, pressing the cold edge against the skin of your throat. "I admire your tenacity, as well as your loyalty. Blind as it may be."

"Aemond." You hated yourself for the way your voice sounded so pleading, your eyes widening in mortal fear as the dagger bit into your flesh. "Don't do this."

He caught your gaze, his body freezing, even his breath seemed to stop in his lungs as he looked into your frightened face.

"Please." You pressed your palm flat against where his heart beat. "We've known each other since childhood."

Aemond's eye flickered over your features before locking once more with your gaze. "I don't want to, but you are my enemy and the enemy to my family."

His name left your lips again, softer this time, drawing his attention once more to your mouth.

It was no secret the feelings that lay between you. Hatred and love shared in equal measure. Disdain and lust warring with each other each time your paths and blades crossed. You had been friends once, long ago, within the protective innocence of childhood. He had not forgotten your kindness in the face of the crushing loneliness he'd suffered before and after his eye had been taken.

This time it was your name that fell from Aemond's lips just before they met yours. A surprised squeak left your mouth as he moved against you, your hands tangling in his hair as his free fingers gripped the back of your neck, bending you into him with his blade still against your throat.

In between the heartbeats of bliss you realized you would be unable to harm him. In fact, you wanted to shield him from harm, impossible as that might be.

You murmured Aemond's name against his lips as they melted against yours, he gripped the nape of your neck tighter in response, his mouth trailing a wet path down the side of your face to your throat just above where his dagger lay. Unheeding of the sharp metal you arched against his soft mouth as it caressed your skin, intermingling with his teeth as he sucked bruises with which to claim you.

"You are the traitor." He said it like a reproach, not angry, but resigned. His fingers deftly began to undo the clasps of your blouse, skimming his long fingers along the newly exposed skin as your shirt fell open. "Faithless in the face of death, you instead beg for your life."

You did not resist, heat pooling in your core as Aemond kept your chin aloft by the edge of his dagger. You could easily disarm him distracted as he was with the ties of your undergarment, but instead your hands busied themselves with undoing the clasps of his own garments.

"It seems to be working for me so far." You murmured, drawing back in momentary fear as Aemond brought the tip of his dagger to rest against your sternum. He smirked at you knowingly before cutting through your remaining clothing with one fluid motion.

"Hey!" Your protestations were swallowed as Aemond's silenced you with another rough kiss his tongue invading your mouth and tangling with your own. You let out an undignified moan, palming his evident erection with the hand you'd snuck inside his pants.

Aemond grabbed your wrist, withdrawing you from him, before flipping you around so that your cheek pressed against cold stone.

"Perhaps." Aemond's breath was hot against your ear, the sound of cloth hitting the ground as he freed the rest of your body from your clothing. "Or perhaps I have vanquished a valuable spy who now awaits proper punishment."

"Am I being punished for being on the wrong side of the war at the peril of my very life?" You tried to sound indignant but it came out too breathless as you felt Aemond's large hand caress and grip at the flesh of your hips before moving lower to coax your legs apart.

"No." His voice alone sent shockwaves ripping through your core. "This is penance for all the years wasted when you could have been warming my bed as my wife."

"Aemond." You were surely dripping now, his fingers caressing your folds and dipping into you with ease as he spread your slick to your clit. "I would take it all back and make that a reality if I could."

You gasped loudly as the dagger he still held ready slid dangerously against your throat, Aemond's body bending against yours as he bowed you downwards. You had to shuffle your feet a little to accommodate the new position, feeling his aroused member brushing your inner thigh.

"Lies." Aemond bit the soft skin where your neck meets your shoulder. "Sweet and beautiful but only uttered to save yourself."

You began to protest but your words choked into a strangled cry as Aemond pushed himself into your weeping quim, hilting himself in one rough movement. His silken hair tangled in your fingers as you reached around to drag his mouth closer to your face, craning your head to see his expression.

His lips were parted, brow furrowed and eye hooded as he began rutting into you. Your own face mirrored his, a droplet of drool gathering at the corner of your mouth at the feeling of Aemond's generous manhood filling and stretching you.

"How long I've waited to take you." Aemond groaned, closing his eye and tilting his head back, his grip on the dagger at your throat loosening as ecstasy overtook him.

You tugged him back to look at you, smiling softly when he yielded and laid his forehead against yours, his rough strokes easing into something more akin to the languid movements of lovemaking.

Feeling his gentle ministrations sent molten heat through you, your cunt clenching down around him, drawing a gentle gasp from his panting mouth.

"I want you to spill your seed inside me." You urged him, feeling your own release chasing you to a brilliant height. "Claim me and I will be yours."

Aemond pulled his face back just enough to see you properly, his deep distrust having given way to something almost tender as the dagger at your throat fell away at last. Somewhere amidst the moans and lewd sound of Aemond fucking you against the wall you heard it clatter against the stone floor.

His hand now free grasped your neck lightly, not enough to cut off airflow, but enough to coax you closer to your climax as he dragged your lips to meet his. His pace became punishing, his cock filling you completely, hitting that special spot inside until you were seeing stars.

Aemond swallowed your shuddering gasp as you came undone around him in a flood of wet heat. You felt his hot release fill you as he pumped into you several more times before halting fully sheathed and holding you possessively against his body, a hand splayed on your abdomen as you straightened up together. His other hand remained resting at your throat as Aemond kissed a path along your shoulder blades.

When he did remove himself from you, you could feel his seed dripping hot down the inside of your leg. Your knees shook as you turned to face Aemond, pulling him down for another kiss, more lazy than the previous, and filled with words you'd never gotten the chance to say to him.

Aemond withdrew slowly, his hands the last to leave your skin as his purple eye roved your body. "You belong to me now." He smirked as you picked up your ruined undergarments off the floor. "Whether you run back to Dragonstone or flee North of the Wall."

You shuffled your clothing back on as best you could while Aemond gracefully donned his own much quicker than you. "I will not flee."

"Then come back with me." Aemond extended a now gloved hand. "Just fear me, love me, let me rule you and I will protect you and make you my wife."

You stood like that for several long moments; Aemond with his arm extended to where you stood swaying with indecision.

Indecision melted away as you finally allowed yourself to give into what you truly desired.

Aemond.

His hand wrapped warmly around yours as you slipped your fingers against his palm.

And he smiled with genuine warmth.

"Good girl."

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mingus-archives · 6 months

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What was Napoleon Usher's fatal flaw? the Guilt and Gifts of the Wealthy

I've been sitting on this, but I've seen a few posts associating the Usher children to the seven deadly sins and I've seen him labeled as gluttonous or slothful, and while I see the reasoning I don't think either alone lines up.

So what was Napoleon "Leo" Usher representing?

Let's begin with his role in the Usher family. He was one of the "bastard children," a classic middle child mostly just minding his own. He doesn't have any extreme ambitions and doesn't really bother with the dynamics and drama beyond being there. He runs a video game design company, and seems to do so pretty well (or at least not notably badly or corruptly). In fact, in the first few episodes of The Fall of the House of Usher he's one of the most if not the most endearing and empathetic of the Ushers through his support and guidance of Prospero as Prospero tries to establish a position of his family. He is arguably also the most visibly upset by Prospero and Camille's deaths.

Now, he's obviously not all good. In the classic horror establishing of ones wrongs sequence, we see that he is hiding an affair from his boyfriend, Julius. A woman sleeps with him due to his fame, and he shoves her out on the balcony to keep her from view of Julius. He partakes in several types of drugs, and happily shares them with Prospero, Julius, and Camile. Still, infidelity and drug usage are certainly not great, but are they worth the vicious torment he undergoes? Are they worth the wrath of Verna, who we know only violently kills if she feels one deserves it due to their actions? Plenty of non-wealthy people have affairs and plenty of non-wealthy people use drugs.

Then, we see him violently kill his boyfriend's cat. Well, we don't see it actually. Instead, he wakes up from a drug trip and realizes the cat is stabbed to death in Julius's apartment, assumed to be by Leo's hands. This is striking; why not show Leo in a violent frenzy? Well, the violence is secondary. Instead, the show focuses on Leo frantically cleaning up the cat's body and the gory scene around it.

Leo quickly goes to a pet shelter, where he meets Verna. He wants to replace the cat with an identical cat. Immediately we're shown a darker version of Leo, we realize that he does not care about the cat and does not even seem to think that Julius would not be able to recognize a new cat from his old one. Moreover, he's covering up his crime further. He's hiding the violence. Then, he finds the identical cat. Verna insists the cat is reserved and cannot be purchased/adopted. But Leo insists, aggressively, offering to buy the cat at higher price and, when that doesn't work, by the whole shelter.

In this moment, he dooms himself to a brutal death, and solidifies himself as the flaw of hiding the problem with money. He is the most "normal, well-adjusted" Usher, but when push comes to shove and he fucks up instead of facing them like a real person he can make problems disappear with money.

But I want to go further.

I want to talk about the cat in the walls.

Because although Leo makes his problem disappear with money, he's not the only one to do so. Camille uses her money and influence much more explicitly to spin the media in favor of the Ushers and hide the truth of the Usher's and Fortunado's wrongdoings. So why is he the one cursed into Poe's the Cat in the Walls?

Now, I have not read much Poe, but I know the Cat in the Wall tells the story of a man who kills his cat (also named Pluto like Julius's) when it bites him and is then haunted by an identical cat. The story is often considered a representation of guilt, and how it eats one up even if the evidence of the guilt's cause is hidden. The man in the original story kills his wife as well, and it ends with him hiding the wife in the wall. And in this we see why The Cat in the Wall is Leo's story: Leo's downfall is one of the guilt of the gifts of wealth.

Prior to Leo's death, he is tormented by the cat, who randomly attacks him and gives him "gifts" of dead animals. It is here we see the warped generosity of wealth, how it gives but in awful, gruesome ways. The fake Pluto gives him these animal corpses that Leo has to repeatedly clean up, echoing his initial cleanup of the original Pluto's corpse. More than that, the corpses resemble the mangled bodies of his own siblings: Camille and Prospero. Therefore, the gifted corpses can be said to represent Leo's own grief towards his siblings, whose deaths were both awfully violent and quickly swept under the rug. He's finally seeing the horror of wealth as a solution.

Re-framing Leo's initial wrongdoings under this lens, we see that the issue of infidelity is not the infidelity itself, but the wealth and fame that Leo clings to through his infidelity (i.e. sleeping with his "fans"). The issue of his drug use is not the drugs, but the fact that he uses expensive, designer drugs to repress his own emotions and reality instead of facing them.

As his grief and paranoia escalates, he becomes more and more physically harmed by the cat. These cat scratches are key not for the harm but for the infection. Leo's guilt is infecting him slowly, one cut at a time. One hidden mistake, one disappeared issue at a time. Camille was right that "Ushers don't make things" but Ushers also don't fix things. They just throw money at something until the problem disappears. Even if, as Leo realizes, that problem is one of their own.

This is perhaps best represented with Leo's final moments, when he grabs a hammer and begins destroying the walls of his home, shouting, "I can buy a new wall! I can buy a new loft! I can even get Hemsworth to send me a new hammer!" This is why Leo falls: because even though his distress and issues are a direct cause of his wealth, he's still trying to solve it with wealth. He's still viewing the wealth as a shield even when it's a knife. It is similar to how the photo of Verna changes: he sees a solution (a cat identical to Pluto) when the reality is a rat (resembling one of fake Pluto's corpse gifts).

Napoleon Usher was perhaps the most well-adjusted Usher, but that is his downfall. He wants to solve his problems and help his loved ones, but the shortcut money provides is too alluring. His residual humanity (his care for his siblings and Julius) cries out in him as he tries to cover it up with cash. The sound in the walls was not the cat, but his own conscience.

#this was so long #im so tired #napoleon usher #leo usher #napoleon #leo #the fall of the house of usher #the fall of the house of usher meta #the fall of the house of usher spoilers #tfothou #the fall of the house of usher analysis #julius #pluto #syd's words #syd's analysis #my words #my analysis

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quizzicalwriter · 2 months

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I remember, a while back, you mentioned that you wanted to write for The House That Jack Built. I was wondering if you’re still interested in writing about the film, and, if so, what kind of rules would you set to ensure your comfort?

Hi! This is a brilliant question. Yes, I'm still interested in writing for him! I'm actually finishing up my parts at the moment, it's rather lengthy. I typically write in globs rather than something concise, like beginning to end. I'll get motivation for a certain section, write that, and then write in the connecting pieces later - so, I'm currently wrapping up some of the connecting pieces.

I usually don't have an issue writing tougher things, disturbing content, etc. There are certain things I won't write, like children in a NSFW manner or bodily fluids outside of normal occurrences during intimacy. I do write for rougher scenarios, and I've never minded that. I'm able to disconnect myself a fair bit from my writing, and I'm using that quite a bit for this piece. It's darker than what I've written before. I think what's keeping me from finishing it up quicker is my worries on how others will see it, y'know?

That and dub-con is a bit of a fine line, but I take plenty of breaks with my writing. I don't think I'd ever write something that jeopardized my mental health. Although, I do love branching out, and I've enjoyed writing that piece - mainly because it's pushed me past my comfort zone.

It's worth it to branch out of your comfort zone, but everyone has limits to what they'll write - and that's okay! You have to have boundaries, just have to stick to them. And don't beat yourself up if you don't feel comfortable writing something, or if you lose motivation. I have pieces that I haven't touched in months, but I know it'll come back to me. That's usually why I tell people it'll take me a while to get to requests, but I always will get to them. It might take a few weeks, but they'll get done LMAO.

(I will say though, the piece I'm writing concerning that movie is dub-con, contains bodily harm, and will be tagged appropriately. Just a forewarning for those who are looking forward to that piece. And I'll definitely be open to writing for him again, if anyone ever requests more or the inspiration comes to me!)

#ask #words and stuff #this was so long #i'm so sorry for that LMAO #i hope i answered your question properly!#the house that jack built #long answer #long post

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dirtytransmasc · 8 months

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Do you have any hcs about Aegon x Helaena x Aemond with the twins and Maelor? I just love the idea of them being these parents while Aemond is trying to tell Aegon and Helaena “you guys need sleep”

you know I do, and I would desperately love to share them, especially seeing as this is the first nice ask I've gotten in a minute.

they made sure Aemond knew his niece and nephew son and daughter, right from the get go. the very instant they could convince their mother and Maesters and midwives to let him into Hel's chambers, Aegons went to fetch him from his anxious pacing out in the hall, and let him sit between the two of them, a babe in each arm.

neither of them have ever seen him so soft than in that moment. he's holding these two tiny little babes in his arms, they're soft and small and fragile, Jaehaerys is looking up at him with this soft clumsy little smile of sorts, and Jaehaera holds into his littlest finger in her whole hand. his sister's sweatied head is laying on his shoulder, she's laughing lightly under her breath as her brother sits so stiffly as if to not shatter the babes, his elder brother is looking at the the 4 of them, his pride and joys, so much love in his eyes.

Aemond helped with the babes, sitting with them in the bathing room, vaguely struggling, while Aegon helped Helaena bathe. at first he's so eerily still outside of his attempts to rock the fussing babes, but eventually his brother and sister, with a tad bit of gentle splashing and some jokes, gets him to finally loosen up. he's cooing at the little ones, bouncing them a bit on his lap, joking about with his brother and sister.

Aegon and Hel had some sort of preparation when it came to caring for kids. between daeron being their little test dummy (he was their baby, don't fight me) and a sort of natural parental instinct (if a bit odd, especially in Aegon's case), so when they had the twins they were a bit flustered, but otherwise ready for the task. they adored their kids from the moment they were born and were ready to defend them from the world. no amount of preparation with save you from the sleep deprivation that comes along with twins... that's where Aemond really comes in.

he's most needed about a week in. prior to that his siblings didn't want to bother him with the babes, but after a week of barely sleeping (on account that they wanted, not pawn them off to wet nurses as we done to them) they're too exhausted to think. Aemond's there to pick up some of the slack.

he takes babes from barely conscious arms, kissing his siblings heads before tucking them in as best as they can wherever they lay. it doesn't matter if he needs to immediately flee with a crying babe only to rock them for hours to no avail, his siblings will sleep, he'll make sure of it.

Hel insists on at least doing the most of the feedings of her children, which means she's always just a tad uncomfortable and suffering from on and off clogged ducts and mastitis. he does his best to care for her when she's unwell and to alleviate her pain. he feels so bad, he wishes to take it upon himself, but he can't, so he just becomes her willing and doting servant. he brings her cold and hot clothes, takes the babes when she's in to much pain to have them by her side, helps with messages for the pain and let down, etc.

he makes sure the Maesters get their job done without being too touchy.

Aegon definitely becomes the most delirious while sleep deprived, so it's a lot of taking bundles of blankets from him or keeping him from trying to bathe a pillow or something. I think after giving and giving and giving touch, to his kids and to his wife, Aegon is especially touch starved. he needs to be held and given a cuddle by the end of the day, and Aemond will taking him into his arms (aegons is short compared to him, she he can really wrap him up) and just hug him for a while until Aegons lets his brother put him in bed. Aemond will sit there for a while and stroke his hair or hold his hand, cause he's a bit worried for his brother (and his sister).

they take turns staying up when the twins catch a sickness of some sort. Helaena's worried but mostly composed, trying her best not to hold them, to help ease the fever, part of her knows they will be fine, but a mother will worry regardless. Aegon's convinced they're dying, he has to be physically restrained to keep from holding them. Aemond sits by their cradles, wiping away at their sweaty little foreheads and kissing their little hands cause he's worried and it's a beast he cannot slay, so he can just sit in wait and love on them and hope it's enough.

they all still sleep in the same bed, except Helaena's being cuddled in the middle, partly cause she earned it after months of being pregnant and being such a good mom, but also so she can't get up first when the babes start to fuss, being on the outside let's them get a head start at it all.

skin to skin with the little ones. it's the only thing that will calm them, and it's so therapeutic for parents. it's good for both parties. just Aemond or Aegon cuddling their little bundles of joy to their chests soaking up the feeling of baby skin on theirs, drowning in the chemical release that's brought on by it (going back to that parental instinct, cause it makes me feral). also shirtless men being good dad's is hot and Hel loves the show.

Aemond telling the kids stories of great dragon warriors and fearsome knights and kill queens, doing the voices and using his hands (imagine him making a dragon with his hands, making shadow puppets on the wall for the kids, my heart 😫😭💕) or toys to tell his stories. Aegon sitting close by to listen on.

Hel sings lullabies to both her big babies and her little babies.

Hel likes to show the babies the stars and will take them out later at night to sit and watch. she tells them the stories of the constellations, kissing the tops of their heads, reflecting on just how precious they are to her.

they were all obsessed with the baby smell, but it affected Aegon the most. he just can't get enough, it's like catnip. he carries them around the keep, to less official meetings or just out and about, just so he can keep taking a whiff.

Aemond wears them in wraps, especially when both Hel and Aegon are in need of a break, just so he knows both are close and safe and well.

their all time favorite time is bath time with the kids. there's bubbles and toys and water splashing everywhere, endless laughter. it's chaos, perfect chaos.

meal time is also chaos, getting two rowdy toddlers to sit and eat is hard. they almost always end up painted in pea mush and carrot bits.

they celebrated when both twins dragons hatched, and the chaos increased tenfold with 2 dragon children and 2 hatchlings flying about the keep. Aemond had picked the one that became Jaehaerys's where as Aegon had picked Jaehaera's. they were perfect for one another.

Aemond and Aegon carry them around on their ankles once they're toddlers.

Helaena insists they take the babes out on their first flight once they're a little over 6 months old. Aegon takes his baby girl (girl dad aegon fr fr) and Hel takes Jaehaerys (Mama's boy) and both are fascinated by the feeling of being in the air, the glimmer of blue and golden scales, and the sight of their daddy on his huge dragon flying ahead of them. after that they're hooked on it, natural dragons just like their parents had, the air had become a second home.

Aegon and Aemond are the worried/helicopter parents, they're convinced the tiniest of things will kill them. Hel's like, hey it's cool, they're fine, it's ok.

one time one of the kids grabbed a chalice of wine and took a sip before someone could stop them and Aegon nearly had a heart attack and died. he was so worried.

helaena loves to sew clothes and stuffies and other things for the kids, normally bug related.

Aegon and Aemond "rough house" with the babes, pretending to be taken down and defeated like a great beast, letting themselves get beat up with swords and wooden dragons and imaginary magic.

the kids join the cuddle pile at around 3 years old (cause Aegon was too worried about crushing them prior to that), by then Aegon had returned to the middle, so the kids are slotted between him on either side.

those babies get all the kisses. it's never ending.

Helaena was the one who decided when they had Maelor, seeing Aemond and Aegon being such good dads gave her major baby fever and she decided they needed another one.

Aemond is much more active (as he's more comfortable in his place in the relationship and as the kids' second father) during Helaena's pregnancy with Maelor and he's the best.

both he and Aegon know what they're doing this time round, so it's a lot smoother. they know what she does and doesn't like, what she tends to need more often, what she needs them to be we do ever, etc.

they let her be so mean and pushy while pregnant, they bear it so she doesn't put on others she'll feel really bad about being mean to after the fact (she feels bad regardless, but it's easier to be made at them, the ones who got her pregnant). it's how they suffer beside her during the pregnancy.

she would get the weirdest cravings and Aemond would always go out looking for ways to satiate them.

they let Hel pick out the names, they trust he to pick the right one. she always does.

they talk to her bump at night, telling him about the life he's going to be born into, about his siblings, and his uncle daeron. they just want him to be in their arms ASAP.

when Maelor's born, Aemond's there, Hel demands it. she's breaking both his and Aegon's hands, screaming at the top of her lungs, Aemond's scared shitless (being on the other side of the door makes it seem like one thing, being right next to it is something else) Aegon's like "dude you don't even know, imagine two?", silently of course, they're speaking with their eyes, and helaena's still hearing them loud and clear and is about to strangle them.

Maelor ends up in Aemond's arms first, as Helaena needed a second to breathe before she could even think about holding her son, so he's all wet and slimy but Aemond gets it, he's gets how a baby can look so perfect in that moment. they're bloody and gross but they're so alive they're so frail and he's instantly in love.

then he's in Aegon's, since Aemond wants him to experience that fresh baby feeling, and Aegon is still amazed 3 babes later just how they can look so weird and fleshy and moist and still wrap his heart around their little icky fingers. he starts crying so Aemond starts crying.

then Helaena's finally ready to hold her baby herself, she's starting to cry again for 8 different reasons, and she's just pressing her baby to her chest, resting her lips on his soft little head. she knows her kids are just outside with their wet nurse, that her husbands are next to her, her baby is in her arms, she can't think of a greater heaven than that.

Aemond's the one who gets the twins, settling them in the hallway before carrying them in. he sits at Hel's feet, keeping the two back while Helaena and Aegon wrap the baby in his swaddle, before he slowly lets them approach, guiding them to be gentle as they look him over. he praises their care and attention before taking them both back up into his lap when the family falls together for s cuddle after their eventful day.

Aegon, forever a 'daddy's' boy calling in Cole when his mother comes to see the babe (I have to include him, Criston "girl dad, father of the daddy's boy, defender of Aemond" Cole? he's my weakness, he's gotta be here), all three of them preening under their love and attention as they look over their kids and their kids's three kids, perfect and happy and loved.

the cycle of Helaena and Aegon being the sleep deprived parents, this time more by choice. it's not as bad, but keeping them as the 'primary' caregivers leave Aemond always at the ready this step in. they tried dividing it equally but then they were all screwed cause they're all exhausted. they have a very complex and odd schedule and division of tasks that works for them and no one else understands and everyone's just gotta be ok with it.

Helaena teaching the kids art and philosophy, Aemond teaching them history and sword fighting, Aegon teaching them High Valyrian and the art of bonding with your dragon.

having to baby proof all of the secret passes they know of and snuck around in as kids so they don't accidentally get lost or stuck.

Aemond and Argon staring daggers at anyone who dare attempt to court or seek a betrothal to any of their babies. Helaena being passive aggressive when denying her children's hands. their dragons making it very clear its a bug no no when they can.

Aegon, Aemond, and Helaena introducing the kids to their dragons. Sunfyre playfully nudging the kids with his snout like he used to to (still does tbh) Aegon when he was little. dreamfyre getting broody over them as if they were her own hatchlings, tucking them under her wings, making them laugh. Vhagar resting her head down on the ground, huffing gently, even though to the kids it's like torrential winds, at them as Aemond guides them to pet her snout.

introducing their littlest, still too young to go flying, telling them his name and that he's tiny and perfect and theirs. their dragons being so so gentle, uncharacteristically calm in some cases, as they look over the wee thing. (the thought of Vhagar, this behemoth, being so gentle with her boys baby is everything and more)

Jaehaera being a daddy's girl through and through, eventually growing to be loud and confident like them, wanting to be a great knight and dragon warrior queen like from Aemonds tales. Jaehaerys being softer spoken and very close to his mother, a sensitive dragon dreamer like her, who grew to be his sister's confidant, longing for a simple sated life and nothing more. Maelor being somewhere between the two, he's the youngest and babies by all of them, he's happy where his family is and doing what his family is doing.

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lt-natrace · 1 year

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ryan for the character thing <3

hi shelbs, my baby daddy!!

THIS WILL HAVE SPOILERS FOR YELLOWSTONE IN IT

first impression: they kinda kept my man hidden but from the start i was interested (and blinded by a beard a strong arms if i'm being honest)

impression now: i absolutely love that he is not only getting the recognition he deserves but that he is getting his own plot with abby and i love the relationship we've seen so far (also i'm still just a dumb woman for him)

favorite moment: i have a few but one is when he says "what a FUCKED situation this is" orrr when teeter is giving colby shit and he goes "yeah go rope with mama" i honestly just love every moment of him and colby together

idea for a story: i haven't written for him but i love the idea of a city!girl x ryan or a childhood best friends to lovers

unpopular opinion: i don't know if this is unpopular or not but i miss him as a livestock agent, i hope we get to see more of this in it in the future!

favorite relationship: his and colby's friendship is one of my favorites on the show because you can tell they've been friends for a long time and are like brothers that can give each other shit and put each other in their place

favorite headcanon: i always thought he found the ranch because he was hellbent on leaving his hometown and it was a little later than some of the other ranch hands (maybe age 23 or 24) and he just meant to stay for a few months but ended up being a perfect addition and now is a livestock agent and a ranch hand

#this was so long #my next one is going to be even longer #shelbs <3 #ryan yellowstone

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hqbaby · 8 months

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why do i feel like terushima is spreading some word to the student body about yn? and why do i also feel like any damn time, atsumu will mess up? or like he will know about yn and rin and he'll go ballistic? i'm just worried about osamu taking all of his twin's drama. and oikawa too; he'll babble soon i'm sure. that scandalous mouth has to be plugged by someone else's mouth, i.e. hajime's.

i wouldn't say that terushima is necessarily doing anything other than harassing reader (and it's more or less playful based on what we know, because he did apologize the one time he realized he took it too far. so he's not rly out to get her? if that makes sense)

it's more reader's public identity as a "dream girl" that kinda makes guys feel like they're entitled to her. she's also—for all intents and purposes—single, so they're not afraid to shoot their shot lmao

she's also a cheerleader so yk 😭 very vulnerable to misogynistic perceptions 😭 i could talk abt reader and the embedded misogyny in her character all day AAAAA but i digress (there's also a future chap where we get a glimpse into how reader is perceived by the general public so i'll keep it at that)

AS FOR ATSUMU i'll just say that i've tried rly hard to not make this series feel soap-y so whatever drama that happens will be within the realm of reason...

#THIS WAS SO LONG #i love talking reader lore #she's honestly such an interesting character to write #i rly didn't want a perfect mc for this series #so yes she is flawed #and deals with a lot of shit #but she can handle herself #ugh she's so hot #m.replies

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scarletlizzard · 1 month

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favorite line from take me back to eden? (song not entire album)

although…

favorite line(s) from the album too?

This ask made me a little too happy... PLEASE, anons go listen to Sleep Token 😭 I wanna talk about them so bad, but I know for a fact most of yall won't like the type of music. It's so, so unique, and when I tell you, their lyricism is insane. Vessel is a master with words and... yes... they're British 🙄🙄

As I've previously said, from the song TMBTE:

My, my, those eyes like fire

I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre

Like?? Fuck telling me I'm beautiful, tell me that! Whose mind is capable of that? Vessel, that's who

The entire song Blood Sport:

I'm still your favourite regret

You're still my weapon of choosing

Also

I want to choke up chunks of my own sins

Even if the sky cracks in the morning

And the heavens just won't open up for me

The Song Alkaline:

If anything, she’s an undiscovered element

Either born in hell or heaven sent

Either way I’m into it

The entire song The Love You Want:

Seems your heart is locked up

And I still get the combination wrong

Or are you simply waiting to save your love

For someone I am not?

Also

I'll find a different harbor to lay my anchor in

And you'll find a different way

To keep from setting sail again

The song Ascensionism is INSANE:

Who made you like this?

Who encrypted your dark gospel in body language?

Synapses snap back in blissful anguish

Insane go look at the lyrics or even better go listen

The song High Water:

When the mouth of infinity

Buries its teeth in me

I'll smile through the agony for you

And I know you still bear the weight of your own existence

And you'll never bear the weight of two

~~~~~

If anyone actually reads all that, thanks for doing so! I actually really enjoyed doing this. There is so much more I could add, but I honestly know this was ridiculous 💀 Thanks for the ask anon <3

#scarletlizzard asks #this was so long #im so sorry #i could go on and on #sleep token is just so good #this was a long ramble

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astrobei · 11 months

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This is kind of an odd question, but since you seem to have done it very successfully and I have no clue: How do you make friends online?

I always see people on here talking about their mutuals and about their online friends, and some of that’s def survivorship bias, but I’m guessing I’m not alone in having no clue how to get from recognizing someone’s username to having them be a person I would talk to about a bad day?

Anyway, this continues to be a weird ask so answer it any way you want and no worries if it takes a while, but yeah, with all the posts about you and haven meeting up I am just looking for advice on *how*

Ty so much!

hi hi hi hello!! i’ve actually gotten asks like this before and i’m so sorry 2 everyone who’s sent one bc i’m afraid i don’t have a super concise or helpful way to answer this,,, (but i’ll still try lol)

to be so so honest with you, i got super lucky because i was introduced to a lot of my friends in this fandom through group chats or mutuals’ discord servers that other people have added me to, which i know is kind of a lame answer because being added to gcs/others’ servers is not exactly something u can control … but you are so right in saying that you’re not alone in feeling like this !! i know so many people feel intimidated by the idea of making friends on here especially since there Are so many users i associate as groups and it seems like everyone has Those Friends (me included, i’ll admit) and it’s probably easier said than done because i did get lucky enough to meet a lot of my now-close friends rn through ao3/comments/writers’ gcs way back in the summer or fall 😗 it also definitely takes time to get close to someone in this way, and these friendships are not something that happened overnight, even for me !! i feel like it’s easy to get stressed out by the potential of every new mutual/friend you make being The Friend and that can put a lot of pressure on both you and the other person to be super compatible right off the bat, so on and so forth, which isn’t fair and will probably lead to more disappointment than anything, so i think it’s important to remember that (almost?) no solid friendship goes from 0-100 overnight and it takes time to build trust and emotional connection with anyone!

so i would say . basically . if you’ve stayed this long and all of this rambling that my biggest pieces of advice would be:

1. fr and honestly just go for it. like you said, i know so many people feel the exact same way as you do, so send that mutual you admire an ask or a dm!! every friendship has got to start somewhere so if you see them rb an ask game maybe send something nice or maybe if you see a post that reminds u of them send it to them ! i’ve made a couple of my closest friends because we sent each other asks a lot before moving to dms -> other platforms, or people have just dm’d me directly out of the blue and i was surprised by how well we clicked !! these are maybe lame examples but. u get the idea lol. Just Do It i believe in u 🥳

2. be patient !! i know i already said it before but close friendships, like the ones you’re talking about, rarely happen overnight. even with people i’ve felt a connection with immediately, it’s taken some time for us to really get comfortable with each other and past that awkward stage so it’ll likely take some dedication and commitment to communication on both your parts! something i would like to emphasize: don’t make friends purely out of strong expectations of being Best Friends because, again, this could lead to a lot of disappointment when someone doesn’t live up to expectations you’ve created In Your Head. find people you really click with and genuinely enjoy talking to, and maybe see eventually if they’d want to move from talking through asks to dms to discord/text!

ummmm. i think that’s all i have to say on the topic, hopefully this wasn’t too disappointing to read because again, i’m not too sure how to organize my thoughts on the subject LOL but i’m wishing you all the best and i’m promising u that almost everyone in this community feels the same way !! make the first move/respond when someone maybe makes the first move to you + take it slow + be kind and patient and you will have friends lining up in ur dms to talk to u 🫡much much love !! 🫶🏽

#this was so long #and mostly incoherent i’m so sorry #to be honest i can’t rly pinpoint how i became friends w my friends it just Happened #but like. it takes time #even w people i’ve gotten comfortable w over dms Fast #it’s still taken time to get to the point where we talk every day and tell each other abt bad days etc #any relationship takes time to flourish and for you to get comfortable so don’t be discouraged if it doesn’t happen right away!#mwah mwah sending hugs your way #🫂#/ask

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cheeksred · 11 months

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" i can't believe it's you ... and you're REAL. " her eyes were already beginning to fill with tears, her own body turning against her in the most embarrassing of ways, she shouldn’t be crying at the mere sight of him on a screen. not when she already fears what he thinks of her now. her hair was shorter, a few inches trimmed a few weeks prior in preparation for summer. the bags that used to plague her under eyes now smoothed out from therapy and sleep. her dark eye liner now replaced by brown hue’s that complimented her red hair and soft pink lips. she knew she looked better - HEALTHIER. she’d been given the compliment hundreds of times since she had started to let the past stay in the past. since she put that night from high school behind her once and for all. it’s not to say allison didn’t think of her past frequently. it shaped her into the woman she had become, but she didn’t obsess over it like she once did. like she had when she’d last seen gage. no - that girl seemed somehow so far away and yet so close to her heart all at the same time. as if that was a version of herself only few got to see anymore. the version that once loved gage with all she had. in fact, allison wasn’t sure she would ever love anyone the way she loved him. she couldn’t put herself through the HURT again. “ thanks again for doing this ... i have to finish this book soon or i swear they’ll come ringing my doorbell for that advance money back.” her hands twisted nervously in her lap, the pages of her manuscript awkwardly resting on the edge of her desk. HOW I GOT TO KNOW MYSELF BY ALLISON STRONG. as if it was mocking her. the title staring up at her, screaming to just spit what she needed out already. “ i can’t believe you didn’t change your email ...”

#( allison & gage . )#( allison . )#wow #this wAS SO LONG #but ya girl ? is an author about to be published #writes fiction but V Based on her life for this book #and she needs gage because she is stumped on how to write about her younger self #and hIM #cause duh he's in it #ahhh #latestghosts

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cherrypeaking · 1 year

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Hello again cherry, I know this is the second ask in a row but

I wanted to say thank you for everything. You’ve given me so much confidence in myself, not only to just be myself but to believe that I am worthy of having others around me. I want to say thank you for always being sweeter than a sugar cookie, you always make me smile so widely. And thank you for being the older sibling I never had but have always yearned for.

minxie never feel shy for sending me asks 🥹 i know it’s easier said than done (i’m literally shy when i try to send asks too…)

your words really really moved me thank you so much 😢 i’m really happy that i somehow could help at least a bit with your confidence, you’re always worthy of love, hence why i want you to focus on yourself more as well, because you deserve all the love in the world and you will be your guaranteed companion for life :’) so enjoying your own company is very important!!

little sis 🥹🩷 you’re so sweet!! really really so sweet, thank you so much for spreading love and i can see you’ve found comfort and happiness here which makes me so happy too!! always take care 🩷🩷

#minx <333 #this was so long #i hope i didn’t repeat myself too much…#but all of this is coming from my heart #i love you lots!! 🥹

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911bts · 2 years

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Hey sorry to ask but you’re our source so🥰 do you think that Ryan’s next role will be over by the time they start filming again, or maybe he’ll start a little later? Thank you!

I'm happy to answer! I have no idea though. Sadly the only news/updates we're getting on his career outside of 911 is his trainer (which I'm thankful we have at least that, don't get me wrong). He was doing auditions, he booked something. We don't know the rest.

911 most likely will begin filming again in mid/end of July. So depending on when the movie starts filming and how big of a role he has, they could overlap.

It's not uncommon for actors to work on multiple projects though. If Angela can do 20 things a year, I think it'll be fine IF Ryan's movie/911 overlap.

Plus they have time to work it all out. JLH didn't film her scenes for 5b until January and they filmed other scenes that didn't involve her in that time because they had until March. They'll have the first 4 or 5 episodes filmed before September so it'll be something they have tons of time to work with!

We also know there are always 2 episodes in a season without Ryan (assumed to be something he put in his contract when he signed on) so they have that wiggle room too.

Anyways, it's a lot of IF's. We know nothing for certain, this tangent is an attempt at comforting that I hope worked lol.

#this was so long #but i know how people are about him and the 'leaving the show/lack of screentime'#anon #answered

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starsinger · 1 year

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I lie awake and watch it all It feels like thousand eyes I am the storm

This was probably my most ambitious piece, there are a lot of small details that I put in that are likely literally too small to really be noticed. But it ended up being exactly 99 layers, the original file was too big because I scanned the sketch in and it almost crashed several times.

#the magnus archive fanart #the magnus archives #the archivist #tma jon #this was so long #like almost a month of working on it off and on for hours #i tried my best #anime style #art #tma fanart #tma art #jonathan sims

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ifallwasenough-if · 2 years

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Idk if this is spoilery, but what’s everyone’s relationship to their gender/sexuality? And on top of that, are all of the characters “player sexual” or do they have predetermined sexualities that may lock players out of certain romances?

hoo boy, you’ve unlocked my Longest answer yet. so the main 10 range from one end of the spectrum to the other — we have archie, who is solid in both their gender identity and sexuality from the start of the story, to kiro, who canonically doesn’t figure out he’s bisexual until he’s in his early 20s. it was important for me to establish in my story everyone goes through their own explorations of self-identity and discovery!

to answer your question, yes! all the characters have predetermined sexualities, which means some characters are locked. i’ll go more in-depth about gender identity and sexuality under a cut, but here's a quick breakdown:

stephanie identifies as a lesbian and is only romanceable by f/nb characters, seth identifies as gay and is romanceable by m/nb characters, kiro identifies as straight* (see above) and is romanceable by f/nb characters, and jake, to some extent, is unavailable as an option to all genders until year five.

some spoilers below!

a little note: romance mechanics don't officially kick in until year four. you're more than welcome to spend year three with a crush, but it's primarily focused on building platonic relationships.

céleste identifies as female and bisexual. starting from year four, she is romanceable by mcs of any gender.

iveta identifies as female and is demisexual biromantic – in terms of mechanics this means that without having a high enough friendship stat, iveta is not available as a romance option. starting towards the end of year four, mcs of any gender can choose to romance iveta.

stephanie identifies as female and lesbian. starting from year four, she can be romanced by only female or non-binary mcs.

archel identifies as non-binary and bisexual. their relationship to their gender is a comfortable one – they've been out since the start of their second year. romance is contingent on the completion of a certain (spoilery) plot point, but will be available to aforementioned players of any gender starting from year four.

jake identifies as male and is queer. he grapples with self-image and the expectations placed on him throughout the story. because of this, he'll veer towards stereotypically conventional choices in both hobbies and perceived romantic interests. because of this, he will only be romanceable to mcs at the end of year five.

nate identifies as male and bisexual. starting from year four, he is romanceable by mcs of any gender.

solstice identifies as female and pansexual. sol explores her transfem identity over the course of the story, and is supported by both jake and seth throughout her transition. sol will be introduced with he/him pronouns, and shift to she/her in year four. starting from year four, she is romanceable by mcs of any gender.

seth identifies as male and gay. like jake, he feels a certain amount of pressure to conform, and isn't very open about his sexuality and romantic preferences. starting from year four, he is romanceable by male or non-binary mcs.

quinton identifies as kind of male and bisexual. quinn has a complicated relationship with his gender as he feels uncomfortable with being perceived as male, but doesn't like ascribing to labels. he typically uses he/him, but close friends or family members may refer to him with they/them once in a while. starting from year four, he is romanceable by mcs of any gender.

kirill identifies as male, and during the story, straight. kiro will eventually realize his bisexuality in his early twenties, but not any time during the book. because of this, he is romanceable by female or non-binary mcs, but male mcs can choose to pursue a relationship to achieve an open-ending with the potential for more.

tldr; cél (f/m/nb), iveta (f/m/nb) + friendship, steph (f/nb), archie (f/m/nb) + event, jake (f/m/nb) + end of year five, nate (f/m/nb), sol (f/m/nb), seth (m/nb), quinn (f/m/nb), kiro (f/nb) + open-ended m

#answered #anon #ch: céleste bouchard #ch: iveta nagyová #ch: stephanie chen #ch: archel mayaris #ch: jake connors #ch: nate johnson #ch: sol trevillis #ch: seth trevillis #ch: quinn manson #ch: kiro provorov #this was so LONG #i can go even more in-depth #but i hope this helped

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35. What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted? that's such a hard question to answer--i have a lot of favourites in a lot of sub-categories (favourite character portrayal, favourite au, favourite prompt response, etc.) but i guess if i have to pick one i'll go with Qiuth, my cql/pern crossover. i'm not only still tickled by the concept and in love with that crossover world and pleased with the fic itself, but more importantly i feel like it's gotten the most unique and joyous responses and probably brought readers the most unexpected pleasure and delight of all my writing.

36. What fic are you proudest of? for an individual fic i'm...torn. i'm really ridiculously proud of how See The Day turned out. it's very simple and i know the execution of the concept isn't even perfect and it's such an indulgent rarepair but i can still see that whole little scene so crystal-clear in my mind and it still makes me ridiculously happy to reread. it's like my own personal love letter to both liu qianqiao and luo fumeng and is very dear to me. i'm also currently really proud of Sex Pest, which i wrote as a treat in a fic exchange. i don't have a lot of smut in my portfolio and i feel like this one came out really well; i'm proud of the characterisations and dialogue (the banter between wenzhou was so much fun) but especially feel like i made a lot of progress on my prose and descriptions.

38. What is your most self-indulgent posted story? very difficult to answer; you'll almost never catch me writing stories anymore that aren't also something i really want to read. i think i'll go with Wish You Were Here, because i literally just came up with the dumbest little meme scenario and then was attached enough to it to turn it into a fic before any of my actual serious ye baiyi/wenzhou concepts, and it still makes me cackle to this day. honorary mention to The More Things Change because it's the qingxian nonshippy rarepair canon compliant post-canon quasi-fix-it that nobody asked for but me.

39. What’s your most self-indulgent wip? even more difficult to answer because a lot of my wips that never see the light of day are even more self-indulgent than the ones that do. it's probably either the cql wip i have where wei ying teams up with lan sizhui and lan jingyi post-resurrection and those three are the ship in it and that ot3 is the self-indulgent part. or the shl wip i have where chengling ends up in wen kexing's charge instead of zhou zishu's in episode 1 because it involves The Boat and you know how much i love The Boat. oh, or possibly an old wip from my kingdom hearts days that was a ridiculously rarepair (olette/namine). come to think of it the kh stuff probably has a lot of self-indulgence in it in general, posted or wip.

42. What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with? basically all my titles are just scraps of song lyrics or song titles so "come up with" is a bit of a stretch. but i think one of my favourites is Statues Of Ourselves which is an in progress jedtavius (night at the museum) ficlet trio for my bestie. the title is actually from a more obscure source than google would indicate, an enter the haggis song called "up in lights." and it was in my fic titles list and just tickled me as soon as i saw it while i was looking for a title that day. the way it still evokes the figurative nature of that language well, and yet it is also almost absurdly literal. it just wraps all the way around and idk it cracks me up.

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet? lots and lots. right now some favourite ideas that are pending: - cql canon rewrite with main character swap - shl canon rewrite with crossover main character swap - more canon crossover rarepair shenanigans unfortunately these are lower priority right now because i'm in the middle of plotting a fic for a fandom bang and also wrapping up some old wips to post.

49. What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer? hm. if you want an introduction to the kind of rarepair or crossover bullshit i get up to then my any of my Ficlet Collections are a good place to start--a lot of tumblr/twitter prompt fills or games and indulgent little things i've spent more time on per quantity of words, making it a nice kind of tasting sampler. if you want something more cohesive that demonstrates my taste in fix-its, the fics in my Qin Jiuxiao Lives 'Verse (ongoing) are good and also contain some diversity in style.

50. How would you describe your writing style? inconsistent. constantly evolving. i'm always trying new things or experimenting with new tones or leaning into new vibes. sometimes i try for something funnier and sometimes i indulge in the drama. sometimes i spend ages crafting something concise and poetic and evocative, sometimes i just dump words all over the place like a buffet. who knows.

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc? a pretty common theme in my writing is "actually everyone was Fine i don't know what you're Talking About i don't even need to explain Why OR How they just Are we all Agree On This, Correct?" common settings tend to be, right now, siji shanzhuang or lotus pier, and have always been wherever feels "home"iest. i definitely have a Thing about home and i will not be taking constructive criticism at this time. i'm sure i have a lot of repetition in words/phrases/expressions but if i started analysing my writing that closely i'd get paranoid and nothing would get done.

59. Have you participated in any fic events/writing challenges? If yes, what were they and did you enjoy them? i have! last march i participated in polyship week which was really fun and resulted in one of my more unexpected popular fics Glitter & Gold. i also did pridewrite this last summer, which got me the On Wings Of Pride collection full of obscure but delightful rarepairs. i've also been introduced to the glorious world of fic exchanges (for which i wrote The Moon Is Crumbling, But That's Okay) and i had so much fun that i immediately went out and signed up for another fandom event (the lld big bang) which i'm working on now (well not right now. right now i'm on tumblr. T_T)

68. Are there any fics that influenced you to write the way you do? so many. so fucking many. kjdfsljk any fic i read and like influences me in some way, especially fics/writing from friends i aspire to be more like.

69. (nice) What are your favorite fics at the moment? well, you asked. Stay And Break My Heart by rustycreekspoon Song by withbroombefore Letters by withbroombefore Please miss postman by shamelesscooper you're the trouble that i always find by sundiscus leisure, unfettered by brawlite The Boundaries of a Body by k_lynn The Kalends by praiseofshadows

79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share? yes. go look at other people's writing advice and then try all of it, one after the other. advice from all kinds of writers in all kinds of fields. author interviews and tumblr posts. even the silly sounding things (especially those). don't try anything that sounds like it would kill your soul, though, probably. everyone is different and different methods or pieces of advice may work or not work for you than anyone around you. you'll only know what does or doesn't once you try things and eventually piece together whatever system works for you out of spare parts.

#this was so long #you're so mean #ask game

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